’ ‘Here in Houston, you say?’ ‘Yes, sir.’ ‘She always was a smart, pretty young thing. I knew she’d make it big one day. Christ. She’s...been under my nose all this time and I didn’t know it.’ ‘She’s been here for only two years. I traced her from work records in California.’ ‘Still, two years—I should have seen her.’ The client slid the envelope of money across the table to Mr. Ellis. ‘Job well done. I appreciate your time.’ ‘I appreciate your business.’ Mr. Ellis took a card from his wallet and. ...i was frozen solid looking over my sister with my hard cock in my hand and her shorts moved to one side, i cringed at the impending doom and shouting that was about to happen. not a single work was spoke as we both look at each other in what i can only describe as shock and utter embaresment. her mouth opened slightly, the same mouth that i had previously wanted my cock to be swallowed by, a small sound came from her and then it started........."WHAT IN THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING!"i. ”“I’m not telling you how until you get past setting fire to, or melting anything I ask you to practice on,” Imelda chuckled.“But it sounds cool!”“Prefer cold steel. Much more reliable, particularly if used with a force blade,” I replied.“Roxanne says she’s going to train Kate up to the stage where she can kick your butt for her,” interjected Abi.“Don’t know why, she gets a lot of pleasure doing it herself. I’ve never once even come close to landing a practice blade on her,” I replied with a. And in all of its sickening detail I was back in Yellow Mike’s slave camp.The slaver’s camp was, one of, if not THE single most revolting place I can ever recall. The pleasure camps of The Austere, for all of their twisted depravity, are at least clean. Yellow Mike’s camp was filthy. Refuse from poorly butchered animals was piled to rot on top of human exriment running out of the slave pens. The poorly constructed huts for Yellow Mike’s crew were filthy, and stank of old sweat, and grime. The.